Stanford "Stringer" Webb, who got his nickname from his previous work as a freelance journalist for the local newspapers in Nebraska, had founded Groa...z Cereals. When a large tract of farmland was about to be foreclosed, Webb showed up with just the right amount of cash to pay the back taxes. Using unique imported seeds, he turned the land into a highly productive farm, delivering an extremely hearty crop and instant wealth. The book had lots of photos of cereal production machinery and. She was getting him excited! And in front of his chemistry class! He couldn't move away from her now. Not with his half-stiff prick in her sucking mouth. He was happed as neatly as he could be. And, she had no intention of letting him go."The class..." he whispered again... "Screw the class!" Her mouth worked feverishly all over his prick. The once limp cock was rising up from the dead. Half-erect, then fully erect and throbbingly bard, she kept it in her mouth. The rod of manmeat pleased her.. They went in to a nice looking restaurant and found a seat in a booth. Shortly after sitting down a waitress came over and they ordered drinks, were presented menus, and chatted about what might be good; this was the first time Nicole had been to this particular restaurant, so it was a guess at best. As Mary read and reread the menu she noticed a particularly handsome man at a table nearby, he had short trimmed hair, piercing blue eyes and a smile that could melt even the strong of heart,. The longing had got to me, I couldn't keep her out of my mind, I wanted to take it further. For months when we would chat online she'd joke about her shoulder being sore and I'd say I should give her a rub down. We laughed it off at the time, but I told myself tonight if she said it again I'd tell her to get the rub down in person...Like clock work she was online at the same time and the conversation started out like usual. Next thing I know she was grabbing her neck talking about how it hurt..